A Slow Night

Just one of those nights when the mind goes where the mind goes

It's a slow night at the house at the end of the metaphor,

The purveyors of truth and word have taken the evening off.

The muse has called out for take-out to be delivered in,

And the master has missed the only opportunity to deliver on the word.

Perhaps tomorrow the axis of the orb will once again align,

And thought will flow like molten chocolate to vanilla page.

Until then the night is younger than its age,

And many a soul is poorer for the loss of time.

Reviews

[Pale Rose]

Not a slow night for you! This is very well written and I love it. Gratz on your placement in the Next Top Poet contest, by the way! :)

[Emberlorna]

Captivating and very well crafted a truly wonderful piece.. well done :)

[David Scott]

Last two lines were great!
This poem has some promise to be a very original inspiration. Time was not spent on vain on this attempt. Very nice!

[Shy Girl]

Your mind travels well..lol Such talent for writing resides within ... great job :)

[s y e]

This is really well written! :) You have really good talent, I enjoy reading your poems! Well done! :D

[Hester Vane]

Ooo I like this. The first line is exquiste. Beautifully constructed. Great Job.

[.]

i've read this three times and it seeps through my head like a groan in grey light.
i tried to pep it up but you've set the pace too well
good job!

[quinfinn]

"for i have promises to keep and miles to go before i sleep" and.....that's what i thought of for some annoying reason. but i guess im comparing your writing to a great writer....stellar!

[PoemsbyPatrick]

Quin,
Thank you for your kind words. Sometimes the soul is restless, but it can't find anything to wrestle with....
Patrick